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It was all well and good being rough to someone that they knew enjoyed that kind of treatment, but they didn't know whether Dec liked that or not.

His fingers moved from Dec's hair to stroke his cheeks and neck.

His hips rocked slowly into the Elf's mouth.

"Don't you want to play with me, Master Richmond?" the long-haired Vampire asked, turning his blue eyes on the older Vampire. With both Ginger and Amy playing with Dec, the poor Elf was in for a lot. If he could take the heat of Richmond's attention away from him, he would.

"Ha!" Ginger chuckled softly as her nails bit into Dec's thighs roughly. "Such a jealous little slut. I think he wants all of your attention, Rich."

When his cheeks and neck were stroked his eyes fluttered back open and he looked up at George, his gaze was hazed with a deep and supernatural lust, his cheeks flushed pink from a mixture of embarrassment and Tony's kiss.

Richmond pulled away from the Elf's arousal with a smirk.

"It's not every day that Giacinto offers up her prized cattle like this."

He replied, licking his lips, his tongue running over his thick fangs.

"Get your fill, then I'll have you to myself."

He wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.

Decebel's body showed no sign of disliking the treatment, he did enjoy rough play, it was being helpless that made him nervous.

George's lips pressed together in a thin line when he was all but dismissed for the moment.

That venture had turned sour quick.

"Oh, that expression. Is my poor little George pouting because Richmond wants the Elf and not you?" Ginger cooed, leaning forwards over the Elf's body to run a hand through George's long hair.

George glanced away, trying not to instinctively lean into the hand running through his hair. Instead he focussed on Dec. His hands sliding down the boy's neck to run over his chest. His fingers found the Elf's nipples, pinching and rubbing at them gently.

George's eyes flickered up to Rich's face for a moment as he stopped right in front of him.

He knelt up, spreading his knees wide and resting his hands on them, eyes on the man's clothed crotch.

He remembered a lot from when he'd been given to Rich for a day. His first rule had been: clothes on but cock exposed. Rich liked tearing clothes off himself but always liked to see the cock he was going to torture.

Second was: kneel in front of him and spread your knees wide for him.

Third: keep your eyes on the cock you're going to worship.

George licked his lips as his eyes traced every crease contour of the pants covering Rich's cock from view.

Richmond didn't give him the option to hold back or to not deep throat, as soon as the boy had taken as much as he possibly could he gripped the back of his head and forced him forward while at the same time thrusting his hips forward.

George gagged, his hands immediately flying up to grip Rich's thighs as he struggled to adjust to deep-throating. It wasn't something he did often. Yes, Ginger made him deep-throat her strap-on's, but he'd been spending less and less time as her submissive lately.

Ginger smiled brightly. "Excellent."

She unbuckled the strap-on but continued to hold it in place inside Dec. "Come here, dear. Take over this for me."

Decebel swallow thickly as she spoke to him, his eyes following her nervously, what was she...

The Elf cried out around the gag as his feet were struck over and over.

He tried to move them away from her but he was bound too tightly, his toes curled as he cringed with each strike, his flesh was fairly delicate and the soles of his feet tore under the sting of the crop.

"You wanna get it wet George, you know where it is going next."

He was a rough fuck and he would have the boy's ass burning before they were done.

Ginger stroked the Elf's feet gently with the crop, an amused smile on her lips.

"I love cries of pain," the woman crooned. "Don't you, Amy?"

Decebel wasn't disappointing her. His reactions were amusing. Seeing him cringe and try to pull away almost made her want to laugh in sadistic pleasure.

George, on the other hand, wasn't quite on the verge of laughing. A few tears streaked down his tanned cheeks as his fingers fisted tightly into Rich's pants, squeezing the material tightly to stop himself from trying to pull away and struggle.

George's tearful blue eyes gazed up at Rich as his cheeks were stroked.

He knew he would regret pulling away. He was trying his hardest to not pull away and right now he was succeeding. He just hoped he would be able to succeed.

Ginger stroked the crop over the abused flesh of the Elf's feet gently.

"So cute," she crooned, her gaze finding Decebel's face. The woman reached down to stroke his cheek gently. "George, honey, if this is the reaction I get, we'll have to make our own setup for this at home."

While he had his eyes locked on George's he thrust his hip forward brutally, at the same time, smashing the younger Vampire's head down against his crotch, making sure to get every last inch deep into the boy's throat.

"You know not to look me in the eye."

He growled, his hand fisting in the boy's hair tightly, forcing his head to bob.

Decebel had to stop himself from growling at the woman as he tried to jerk away from her touch.

Tony had told him to be good, that meant if he misbehaved he would be in for a even worse time.

George's eyes squeezed shut and he gagged loudly when he was forced to take all of Rich. He sobbed brokenly around the man's member, nails biting into the leather of his pants, warping the leather beneath his nails.

He knew he was going to get bollocked for that.

His backside clenched as he thought of the brutal punishing he'd get for warping the leather of Rich's pants.

Shit. He knew he was getting into shit when he took the heat of Rich's attention. Now he was well and truly fucked.

The night continued for what felt like an eternity, Decebel lost count of how many people he was with, it became one huge blur of lust, sweat and semen.

He cried out until his throat was hoarse and the gag made his face numb, there were moments of intense pain that swiftly ended as the person was yanked away from him.

In the end his body ached and everything began to hurt, his member couldn't offer up anything else, even with a succubi's kiss flowing through him he was spent, his body was dripping with a potent mixture of his own and other people's fluids.

If the sex wasn't overwhelming enough the constant biting left him bleeding and weak, his limbs went limp, only held in place by his bindings.

The Elf had blacked out a few times during the night but his eyes had always fluttered back open after a moment, however the blood loss began to take a heavier toll on his body.

At the time two men were between his legs, both of them entering him at the same time while a few women bit into his thighs, while they had their hands between their own legs.

Once again Decebel's vision hazed and went out of focus, this time when his head fell to the side and his eyes fell shut he didn't wake up, the Elf was out cold, his skin pale beneath the layers of bruising and bites.